Friday, November 26, 2010

The power of…Pine-Sol?

Hi friends. Just wanted to let you know a couple of things today! First is there is a poll to your right ---> that has two days left to vote on. Indulge in your fat girl desires and pick a food! Second I’d like to let you all know of a giveaway happening at This and That. If you don’t already follow Barb’s blog you are seriously missing out. I think if the world had more innately kind, funny and crafty people such as herself we’d all be in a better place. Go check it out. Go! Third, tomorrow the hubs and I will be celebrating our 2-year wedding anniversary at Magnetic Island so there will be no Shortlist. Oh, and Friday Flick was postponed due to the holiday (that’s my story and I’m sticking to it).

Lastly, even though I fiercely believe in freedom of speech I also know the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be right for you, may not be right for some. So I hope that my views on religion don’t offend or upset anyone. But doesn’t the Bible say “judge not, lest we be judged?” (that may very well be the first time I used a Bible verse in an argument, even though the argument was with myself. Hmm.)

This blog is dated May 15, 2010.

I've stopped praying. I started when I was 10, and I memorized a prayer in my head to try and make it habit. One day I saw my cat Mojo get hit by a car, and in my mourning it occurred to me that the night before I didn't pray, and that's why he died. I didn't ask God to keep him safe. After that day, it stuck. The prayer stayed the same, with additions and removals of family, friends, animals, boyfriends, etc. If I had a super special request I would throw that in after the prayer, and in the beginning I would always start with, "Dear Lord, please forgive me for everything I've done wrong". I don't know when my OCD knocking on wood started, but I would think of something bad at random and I would knock on wood three times and say to myself, "please let (insert fear here) not happen". After a while I would knock on wood about all the things I was worried about and then pray. It was a long process. Many a time I was staying at a boyfriend's house they would say, "what's that knocking sound?"

In the middle of my last depressive episode, I just stopped praying. I don't know if it was the fact that I was exhausted every day, or if by this point I realized God wasn't listening. For anyone wondering, I grew up in a house that didn't talk about religion or incorporate it-I went to church and Awana weekly as a child, but only because my half-sister’s dad and his family were very religious, and due to my deadbeat dad they were decent about including me. I remember every time I would walk into a church I would be very uncomfortable. I would fidget and my mind would wander until the service was over. My ex grew up in a strict Christian household, and we made a compromise where I would go to his "mega church" on religious holidays like Easter. I hated it. I hated that they made God so commercialized. I wanted to go in a quiet church, stand and read hymns then sit and listen. These people would mumble to themselves, raise their arms in joy and I felt like I was soaking in sin. I wanted to run out screaming.

I'm happy that my parents didn't raise me with any specific religion, as now that I'm older, I can look at religions with no bias other than my own. On the other hand, I look at my friend who is a born-again Christian and I absolutely envy that she doesn't fear death. If something goes bad in life, she can surmise "that was not the path that God chose for me", and move on. I only have myself to blame for anything that goes wrong. In my opinion, if you are inherently good, you go to Heaven. My grandma never talked about whether or not she believed in God; what I do know is that she was a good person, and she has to be in a good place or the whole concept of the life we choose to lead would be a joke, and my head would explode. In regards to religions and which one is the "right" one, I believe that Heaven is a series of land masses somewhere where the Jews have one continent, Hindus have another, and so on. I know it's completely a juvenile way to think of it, but I'm always thinking, "if I commit to the fact that Jesus is the 'real' Lord and savior, how can 6,000,000 Muslims be wrong and automatically go to Hell? What if I'm wrong?"

Anyway, I was sitting here and thinking about where times have gotten really bad, and I still don't really blame God. I sometimes look up and think, "C'mon! C'MON!" I know I am an inherently good person, I wouldn't hurt a fly, yet I am cursed with this useless brain that likes to play tricks on me. I chose to have a child and he happened to be autistic. But I still know that there are children that die from starvation, or live forever as a vegetable, and even though you would think I would be giving props to God for sparing my child, I get even angrier that these innocent children have to be born just to suffer. I think that's ultimately why I chose to stop praying, because as we all know, life will go on whether or not you tell God daily, "I know I ask for a lot, but I appreciate everything you have done for myself, my friends and my family, and the good people around the world".

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10 comments:

  1. First of all Hed, thank you. I really appreciate all the kind words. Second, I think this post is excellent. None of us knows which religion is right, which God is right so you hit it on the head "how can 6,000,000 Muslims be wrong". None of us know. My own beliefs are that we make our own choices about what our god/religion/heaven are. You really made some good points here. A lot of our problems in the world are man made. No God could make us all perfect. Just try to tell that to these tel-evangalists that, while they're on TV promising freedom from pain and suffering if you send a check in the amount of... That's just wrong on so many levels. (again, my opinion).

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  2. Hed, again, I applaud your honesty. In the world we live in today, it truly is refreshing, even though I may not agree with you, you demand respect because of your honesty & boldness in discussing topics.

    Today, you have hit on an extremely touchy subject for some, and I must admit, I am one of them. I love sharing my faith but I only do so if asked.

    I pray that this finds you well.

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  3. 6 million muslims? try 1.5 billion...

    I think this clip sums up religion quite well...

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPzmq2zeWm4

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  4. Ugh, I hate churches. Every time I so much as look at one I feel like I’m going to burst into flames!

    The question in my mind hasn’t been “how can this group be wrong” so much as “how can people who’ve never even heard of Christianity or such (yes, they exist in remote places) be condemned to an eternal torment.” That’s not very fair, it’s hardly their fault nobody bothered to tell them.

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  5. I was raised in a strict roman catholic household. Dragged to church literally ...hating every minute of it. As soon as I moved out....no church...no prayers ....just me and the world. You're right, life still went on.

    Only after becoming a parent myself did I come back to my faith (as the others I had tried didn't fit). I don't go all the time to church, but I'm comforted in knowing I can without discrimination.

    We are lucky to have the choice as to what we want to believe in.

    But I do not preach to anyone EVER! To each their own.

    CBG
    canadianbloggergirl.blogspot.com

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  6. I applaude your honestly as well Hed and agree that you made some very good points. We all know that religion is and always will be a touchy subject. This was in my opinion the best one I have read since I found your blog. I do hope that today you are feeling well and find lots of joy in your day.
    Odie

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  7. Ironic. Some lady with a bible just knocked on my door. I had no idea what she wanted because my dog kept barking and she left. Hmm.

    Also, two words. OLIVE GARDEN.

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  8. Friends-

    I forgot that all my readers are kick-ass, and apparently very open-minded and tolerant. Thanks for reading!

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  9. No Hed, you are Kick Ass.
    (Insert Kiss Ass Joke __here__) Shut it Drake.

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  10. I'm not one for religion, but who knows, my life has been changing and maybe like Canadian Girl was saying above was that she went back after finding herself. Stay strong because you are an awesome person Hed.

    http://theadorkableditzmissteps.blogspot.com/

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